“What happened to us, Lincoln? Where did things go wrong?” she mutters uneasily. Tears slowly find their way down her cheeks.

“I wish I had the answer, but I don’t.” My voice wavers.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. I’m losing myself. I hate who I’ve become,” she shakes her head regretfully.

“I hate that I’m hurting you.”

I get up and sit next to her. I place my hand under her chin, lifting her face so I can see her. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know you love me. That’s never been the problem.” Her faint smile holds a touch of sadness.

How do two people that love each other repair what has been broken? Can we? Seeing her sad is breaking me. I’m such a dumbass for not realizing how much she’s hurting watching her best friend get something she wants so bad. Something that I’m not willing to give her.

The ride home takes about an hour with the city traffic this time of night. With Morgan’s hand clasped with mine we enter my apartment. The sound of the door shutting echoes in the living room. I turn the lock and toss my keys on the table next to the door.

I follow Morgan in to the bedroom. I lean down and place a gentle kiss against her lips. The touch of her lips is a delicious sensation. I raise my mouth from hers and gaze into her eyes. Christian was right. They are sad. How haven’t I noticed how much this is affecting her?

She pushes up against me to meet my lips again. Morgan showers kisses around my lips and along my jaw. Her breath smells sweet, like the fruity cocktail she was drinking at the wedding reception. The kisses are slow and sensual that drive me wild. My mouth swoops down to capture hers. She parts her lips granting me access to her tongue. Her tongue tastes sugary. My lips recapture hers, more demanding this time.

I pull away from her and gaze into her dark brown eyes. My hands make their way to her face, cupping her cheeks. “I love you, Morgan,” I say against her hips.

She bites her lip, and a groan passes through my lips. My chest heaves uncontrollably. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve been intimate.

Slowly my fingertips pull the zipper of her dress. Once it reaches the bottom, her strapless dress falls to the floor. Her flawless body stands before be in a lacey black strapless bra and matching thong.

I gently outline her nipples, causing her to suck in a quick breath. Her nipples harden immediately from being teased. I gradually work my way to the clasp at the back undoing it. Her bra falls to the floor and I can’t help but lean down and take her nipple into my mouth.

Her hands pull on my hair. I press kisses, feathery and light, followed by little love bites as I make my way down her body. Morgan shivers and arches against me. I guide her toward the bed until the back of her thighs hit the mattress.

“Lie down.”

Morgan complies and I take her breast into my mouth and suck hard. She moans, when I bite her nipple.

When I look up, I see a mark on her breast. I sucked a little too hard. I should feel bad, but I don’t. Instead, I feel proud. Possessive. I love leaving my mark on Morgan.

I rip her panties off and throw them to the side.

Morgan gasps and looks down at me. “They were brand new,” she says angrily.

“They were in the way… I’ll buy you new ones.”

I continue to torture her with kisses along her stomach, her hip, then her thighs. My hands stroke the inside of her thigh. I explore the sexy curves that lead to her tight little ass.

“Stop teasing me,” she pleads.

When I find her clit, I suck on her sensitive bud. She cries out and grips my hair and grinds against my face.

I lick her, kiss her, torture her with my mouth until she is chanting my name.

“Lincoln, oh, God.”

I smile as I bite her clit, then suck on it.

“Don’t stop. Just like that.” Her orgasm hits her hard. She pulls my face against her and grinds against my face. Her other hand grips the sheet as she cries out.

Her back arches off the bed and her body trembles.

I don’t give her time to recover as I make my way up her body, trailing kisses along the way.

“Who do you belong to, Morgan? Tell me.” My voice low and demanding.

“You,” she moans “Always, you.” Her voice unsteady. She closes her eyes.

“Look at me, don’t close your eyes. I need to see your eyes. You need to know who is doing this to you.”

She blinks, then her eyes blaze up at me.

“I’ll fight for you. Don’t give up on us.” I kiss the tip of her nose and climb off the bed to quickly undress.

Everything a girl could want. Or is it? A trip back to her childhood home threatens to unravel her web of perfection.

Her problem…she’s in love with her best friend and she’s too scared to sacrifice their friendship for a love she’s always wanted.

Jamie Banks’ life is the epitome of perfection. His company is thriving, his band is on the cusp of stardom, and the girl he loves is returning home.

His problem…the girl he loves has been his best friend for as long as he can remember and he’s not sure he’s ready to sacrifice his best friend for a lover. Pursuing a relationship with the possibility of losing her has him second-guessing everything he knows.

Paralegal by day, romance genius by night! When she’s not tending to her furry children and her handsome husband, HP DAVENPORT is seamlessly carving beautiful stories from her mind in her comfy PJs in New Jersey.